Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.